Everyday We Are Either Becoming Creatures of Splendid Glory, Or Unthinkable Horror

days of old

Do you not miss the olden days? When pirates were villianous creatures who could not be trusted at any cost? Where pixies, more self serving and trixy than considered cute? Where the pugnent smell of dirt and adventure hung in the air untinted by electricity and complacency? Listen! Can you not hear the quiet? The stillness of no automobiles and wildness of animals calling? Perhaps you have forgotten, worse yet, perhaps you are of the race that has never known the breath taking ability of dreams that come alive. Whether or not reality or make believe but the scares on your heart are still there. They are pounding in the back of your mind like a war drum ready for battle. They are begging at the door crying to be let in.